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My bum hurts. And my back. And my legs.
Cause my computer chair finally died last night. With me in it, of course. Luckily the office radiator was kind enough to break my fall.
Spent several minutes on the ground trying to figure out why I was suddenly ON THE GROUND. Realized the metal bolt attached to the support post of the chair had fragmented into a gazillion chunks. Picked up the pointy bits and then crawled into the bedroom because something was threatening to snap in my back.
Woke up this morning and couldn't remember why I no longer had feeling in my upper thigh. Suddenly realized it probably had something to do with the snap*crackle*pop noise/pain during the night. I believe I may have done something to the pinched nerve in my lower back. Again.
Shuffled into my brand-new, completely see-through shower and noticed that I had several unsightly bruises about my hind end. And one odd shaped red mark the size of two quarters side by side, just to the left of my lower spine. Interesting.
Managed to make it through a full day of work. (Ass.boss was still doing the "I'm here and doing my job even though I'm actually not here and not really doing anything, but I'm making lots of noise when I come in for an hour so my boss doesn't realize anything is up" thing. Why won't she just go away? Fall down a hole. Something.)
Decided one of my co-workers (who wasn't even working today, but who annoyed me enough the other day when he _was_ working that I'm still bothered by it) is a numbnut whom I do not like. I'm usually very mellow about these things, really. Very "we don't get along but I don't dislike you enough to actually put the effort into _not_ liking or even hating you" usually, but something about him...
Maybe it's the extreme overachieverness about him. You know the type. "OMG, look at me! I totally spent the last four hours of my own time rearranging the stinky hanger room so that all the hangers are bunched by size in descending order. Also, I put all the size bubbles in order of usage during my lunch break. I'm planning on waxing your car after work and then I thought I might donate all my unnecessary organs with the understand that they are to be saved in case you need them."
Although, I could be biased.
But I don't think so.
Also, received my very own little brochure/booklet from the Army called "Welcome to the Army Family: A First Guide for Army Spouses".
Oddly enough, there isn't anything in it about not making waves and how DH's promotions depend on how well he can keep the Little Woman in check. Hmmm... all the pictures appear to be from the seventies, maybe I don't have the newest copy. You know, with the "Keep Your Bitch Ass In Line, Woman!" comments added.
Anyway, the only reason I'm still awake is that it's physically impossible for me to lay down. I can manage to sit for about ten to twenty minutes before the screaming pain starts, but sleeping is out of the question. Am considering propping myself up against the wall with some pillows and hoping for the best.
Very, very tired.
Cause my computer chair finally died last night. With me in it, of course. Luckily the office radiator was kind enough to break my fall.
Spent several minutes on the ground trying to figure out why I was suddenly ON THE GROUND. Realized the metal bolt attached to the support post of the chair had fragmented into a gazillion chunks. Picked up the pointy bits and then crawled into the bedroom because something was threatening to snap in my back.
Woke up this morning and couldn't remember why I no longer had feeling in my upper thigh. Suddenly realized it probably had something to do with the snap*crackle*pop noise/pain during the night. I believe I may have done something to the pinched nerve in my lower back. Again.
Shuffled into my brand-new, completely see-through shower and noticed that I had several unsightly bruises about my hind end. And one odd shaped red mark the size of two quarters side by side, just to the left of my lower spine. Interesting.
Managed to make it through a full day of work. (Ass.boss was still doing the "I'm here and doing my job even though I'm actually not here and not really doing anything, but I'm making lots of noise when I come in for an hour so my boss doesn't realize anything is up" thing. Why won't she just go away? Fall down a hole. Something.)
Decided one of my co-workers (who wasn't even working today, but who annoyed me enough the other day when he _was_ working that I'm still bothered by it) is a numbnut whom I do not like. I'm usually very mellow about these things, really. Very "we don't get along but I don't dislike you enough to actually put the effort into _not_ liking or even hating you" usually, but something about him...
Maybe it's the extreme overachieverness about him. You know the type. "OMG, look at me! I totally spent the last four hours of my own time rearranging the stinky hanger room so that all the hangers are bunched by size in descending order. Also, I put all the size bubbles in order of usage during my lunch break. I'm planning on waxing your car after work and then I thought I might donate all my unnecessary organs with the understand that they are to be saved in case you need them."
Although, I could be biased.
But I don't think so.
Also, received my very own little brochure/booklet from the Army called "Welcome to the Army Family: A First Guide for Army Spouses".
Oddly enough, there isn't anything in it about not making waves and how DH's promotions depend on how well he can keep the Little Woman in check. Hmmm... all the pictures appear to be from the seventies, maybe I don't have the newest copy. You know, with the "Keep Your Bitch Ass In Line, Woman!" comments added.
Anyway, the only reason I'm still awake is that it's physically impossible for me to lay down. I can manage to sit for about ten to twenty minutes before the screaming pain starts, but sleeping is out of the question. Am considering propping myself up against the wall with some pillows and hoping for the best.
Very, very tired.